i hate the nights
where all i feel is hollow,
so out of place and empty.
i hate the nights
where my mind wanders
and i return with only my sadness.
i hate the nights
where all i have to comfort me
is my loneliness
and where all i can feel around me,
is the darkness closing in.
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punctuations.
Poetryshe's got a h e a v y heart, a m e s s y soul, a r e c k l e s s mind, but i think it's b e a u t i f u l the way she carries herself.
